Carved beam

【six】

During those few years in the palace, at first he couldn't take a step beyond his own courtyard.The emperor disabled his feet, so he walked to the door on his knees; when his legs were broken, he moved little by little until he couldn't move his whole body, couldn't speak, couldn't hear, and still wanted to go out.

But the word "emperor" made him no longer have the thought of running away.

——Zhang Bingde.

In March of the following year, he was finally allowed to walk around the palace, but he was not allowed to leave his residence for a stick of incense.

Jing Ye was teasing his one-month-old baby in the garden. When he saw him from a distance, he turned around and wanted to leave.But he stopped shouting, and said calmly: "You come over and have a look, after all, I will be raised in your palace in the future."

He Lian was puzzled, but still moved over slowly according to the words, looked at the infant child in a trance, smiled, and said silently: It looks like you.

Jing Ye smiled happily, put the child into his arms, and said, "Hug it, it's not heavy."

The few people in the garden had never heard the emperor talking to people like this, they all dared not make a sound.

But He Lian only poked the child's cheek with her hand, and then handed the child back to him in panic. The time had come, and the poison broke out.He covered his heart, suppressing the pain.

Jing Ye didn't seem to see him, and after taking the child, he didn't hand it to the wet nurse, but said to the man next to him who was wearing gorgeous palace make-up and lowered his eyebrows: "After today, this child will be raised in Bixi Palace. Heavy, it is inevitable that you will be distracted and difficult to take care of when you bring the child, if you miss him...

He sneered, "Think about it then."

He casually threw the child into the nurse's arms, then embraced the pale man, and said to the back: "The nurse follows."

The child who was only one month old had never seen his own mother before.Because of his biological mother, when he was one year old, she jumped into the river and died.

In those few years, no one in the palace knew that there was a confinement in the emperor's harem, but no one dared to mention this person—that adult who once lived in the first rank, is now imprisoned in the palace and has become the emperor's male favorite.

Jing Ye also lived in Bixi Palace every day in those few years. At first he couldn't speak, he didn't know how to calm down the crying child. sweating profusely.

Afterwards, although his throat was healed, he could speak like a broken gong, and the frightened child started to cry again, so he didn't dare to speak any more.

The Imperial Medical Bureau went to and from Bixi Palace all day long to recuperate his body. While those old diseases were recovering, the emperor was also asking him to do some hidden things.

The first mistake he made was to let the Chang clan go, but caused the whole clan of his fellow disciples to die in the sea of ​​flames.

The second one is the flower tin that Jing Ye painted on his forehead, which he cut out by himself.After that day, he never saw Xiaotangbao again.

In the next few years, he was sent by Jing Ye to inspect various places and deal with some shady things for him. His hands were dripping with blood, and he no longer knew who he was.

Until he knelt at Jing Ye's feet and begged him to allow him to return to his hometown to visit his husband.

"Two months, I only allow you to leave me for two months," Jing Ye corrected the memorial, without raising his head, he just said coldly, "If you don't come back as expected, then I have no choice but to invite you to the capital. "

He Lian shook her head and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

He walked slowly to the door, and took a last look at Jing Ye. He seemed to have noticed it, looked up at him, smiled rarely, and said loudly: "Lin Yin, come back earlier."

He Lian laughed, as if she had finally let go of something in her heart, she turned around and left without nostalgia.

The painting on the beam was only drawn up to that trip to the south of the Yangtze River with Jing Ye, and he didn't know how to draw it. Facing the figure of the man on the bridge in the painting, he didn't know whether to erase it or keep it.

Mr. Zhang sighed from the bottom: "Keep it, if you can't erase it, forget it."

Until now, this old gentleman still can't understand why the proud disciple in his sect falls in love with such a cruel and merciless person, and why he is willing to be subservient to others.He Lian has a clear mind and should have a bright future, but she insists on breaking her wings and trapping her in that square inch.

He Lian sat on the ladder and smiled: "Sir, do you want to hear my story?"

Mr. Zhang stroked his non-existent beard, pretending to be deep and said: "Little Huangkou, how much have you gone through before you can tell me a story? Come and listen."

He Lian jumped down from the ladder and bowed solemnly to Mr. Zhang: "Sir, please listen to the students."

He looked up at Mr. Zhang, his eyes sparkling: "Leave Hucheng."